CR Campaign One: Vox Machina era (RPF)
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Clarification: This is a kink meme, therefore prompts must be kink-based. It is not a general prompting/headcanons meme. There have been a couple of people confused by that, so we're just making it extra clear.
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Post each prompt as a new comment to the main post. Include pairing (or threesome or more if that's your thing) and anything else you want to add. You should put, at the very least, the pairing in the subject line along with a specific kink if it applies. You can put the whole prompt in the subject if it will fit, but if it doesn't, use the comments. For example:
Subject line: Pike/Sarenrae, holy visitation
Body of comment: Pike gets a different kind of spiritual visitation one night.
I see a prompt I want to write! What now?
Go for it! You don't have to claim it, and fills can be written by more than one person. Once you've finished you must post it as a response to the original comment. Responses should use a subject line that includes the pairing, rating & any necessary warnings (i.e. incest, non-con, etc.). If you have titled your fic you can also include that. Also, as LJ limits the size of comments, if your fic goes into multiple comments, please note that your comment is part 1/5, part 2/5 and so on. Using the prompt above, the subject line could read:
"Holy Smitten, Pike/Sarenrae, NC-17, 1/5"
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Now go forth and prompt!
Welcome to the kink meme for Critical Role!
This community is open to all fans of Critical Role no matter what your preference for pairing may be. You do not have to join the community: you can either watch it or just track the post. Anon commenting will always be on, and IP tracking will be off. So feel free to stay anon if it makes you more comfortable.
What is a Kink Meme?
It's pretty simple. You post a prompt and your fellow fans get inspired and write fic based on that prompt. As it is a "kink" meme, a great deal of fic will be of the smutty variety, so if you aren't into that or not of a porn-reading age, this place won't be for you. Not all fic has to be smutty, but it does have to be kinky.
Clarification: This is a kink meme, therefore prompts must be kink-based. It is not a general prompting/headcanons meme. There have been a couple of people confused by that, so we're just making it extra clear.
Please only post one prompt per comment so to avoid any confusion.
How do I prompt?
Post each prompt as a new comment to the main post. Include pairing (or threesome or more if that's your thing) and anything else you want to add. You should put, at the very least, the pairing in the subject line along with a specific kink if it applies. You can put the whole prompt in the subject if it will fit, but if it doesn't, use the comments. For example:
Subject line: Pike/Sarenrae, holy visitation
Body of comment: Pike gets a different kind of spiritual visitation one night.
I see a prompt I want to write! What now?
Go for it! You don't have to claim it, and fills can be written by more than one person. Once you've finished you must post it as a response to the original comment. Responses should use a subject line that includes the pairing, rating & any necessary warnings (i.e. incest, non-con, etc.). If you have titled your fic you can also include that. Also, as LJ limits the size of comments, if your fic goes into multiple comments, please note that your comment is part 1/5, part 2/5 and so on. Using the prompt above, the subject line could read:
"Holy Smitten, Pike/Sarenrae, NC-17, 1/5"
And now some rules...
- Since we're all supposed to be adults here, let's act like it. Be respectful to your fellow posters.
- Your kink is not someone else's and their kink may not be yours. If you don't like it, don't read it. It's really that simple.
- Please no bashing of other pairings. Just like with kinks, everyone has their own flavors, and this is neither the time nor place for ship wars. This meme is meant to include the entire fandom.
- No existing-partner-bashing. Omit them if you like, or play along with the general vague CR-RPF fandom consensus that hall passes exist, just don't be a dick.
- Crossover prompts are allowed, but they must include a Critical Role cast or crew member as a main part of the prompt.
- Het, slash, femmeslash? You're all welcome here. The more the merrier!
- It's not a requirement by any means, but writers love feedback, so if you read something you enjoy, take a second to tell the writer. Whether it's a one word response or something longer, it's always appreciated.
- Please follow basic kink meme etiquette by not linking the cast or crew to this meme.
While we want this to be a relaxed and cool place, we also don't want people to feel uncomfortable being here. If you have suggestions or comments on how this community can improve please address to them to
criticalkink in a PM or drop a comment on this post.The most important rule of all? HAVE FUN.
Now go forth and prompt!
Make Them Gold, Taliesin/You, PG for now, 1/?
Date: 2017-07-09 11:40 am (UTC)You're not getting a whole lot of photo requests, though. Other people are getting them, and at one point you see a whole group of Critters--two Keyleths, a Vax, a Vex, a femme Percy, a femme Grog pushing the very edges of the modesty clause in the code of conduct--doing a group shot. You start toward them, and you're sure they see you, but they scatter before you get to them and the photographer wanders away, attention caught by an Ash Ketchum mom with her baby in a Pikachu onesie.
It's getting tiring. You're normally kind of introverted but cons are fun and energize you; even when you're on your own you meet new friends and find people to hang out with. And yeah, you've had some good conversations today. Maybe it's just because it's pushing dinner time on day two and people are winding down a little, needing food to fuel them again for the evening.
You sit down at a rare unoccupied table alongside a group of Magic players who you're sure haven't moved since they arrived, judging by the stack of Mountain Dew empties at the end of one of the tables. Maybe if you just rest for a few and recharge by people-watching, you'll feel better and can hunt down some other Critters for dinner.
People-watching is a good way to spend time. You see attractive people who range the gender spectrum, some more intentionally than others. There's a wide array of fandoms represented in the costumes people have chosen to wear. Everyone seems to be having fun, and instead of making you feel better, it makes you feel worse that you're not enjoying yourself as much as you usually do.
"Are you Gilmore?" a familiar voice asks from behind you. You nearly jump out of your seat with fright, and a hand lands on your shoulder. "Sorry!"
It's Taliesin. You've watched every episode of Critical Role and a good deal of other content beside, seen him at a few panels at a couple of cons, but not been this close to him; photo tokens are outside your budget. But now here he is, giving you an apologetic smile as he pulls out the chair beside you and then waits for you to nod before he sits down.
"Sorry," he says again. "I thought you saw me."
"I, uh, was daydreaming a little," you say, not willing to admit that you were brooding. "There are so many pretty people here."
His gaze sweeps over you. "I hope you're counting yourself in that number."
You're glad that your skin is brown enough to somewhat hide your blush. You don't think it really worked though; Taliesin's smiling in a way that says he saw your cheeks turn darker.
"I hadn't been," you admit. "Not a great self esteem day."
Taliesin's smile turns to a look of concern. "Did someone say something?"
"No. I just--everyone else looks better than I do." You look down at the table, fast, blinking a rudely sudden hot tear back.
"Oh, dear." His hand hovers over yours. "Would a hug be acceptable?"
"Yes, please." It's sweet that he's so considerate of your personal space; you know people who'd be clinging to you by now and demanding you tell them every single thing that's got you so worked up. That sort of thing only makes you feel more self-conscious and upset.
He leans over from his seat and puts his arms around you. You lean your head against his shoulder, smelling the dry, earthy scent of his cologne and something sweeter that's probably hair product. You scoot your chair a little closer, wrap one arm around his back, and relax against him.
"I can promise you, your costume and yourself rival that of many people here." Taliesin's voice is rumbly-low when you're leaned against him like this. "Did you make it yourself?"
"Yeah. The embroidery was the hard part, but totally worth it."
One arm stays around you, but his other hand drops to touch the intricate, tiny symbols you've painstakingly embroidered around the cuffs of the robe--the other hems as well, but his fingers currently trace the ones on your left sleeve. "This is incredible." He starts naming off the symbols--alchemy, mostly, since they're the most mystic looking, but you've also added gāmal and semkath on the underside of the sleeve so that when you raise your hand it's readable right to left: S.G. "Aramaic?"
"Most people assume Arabic."
"I'm not most people."
"That's true for sure."
He lifts his head from looking down at your sleeve, but his hand stays over yours, his skin pale against your brown. He lets out a sudden laugh.
"We're wearing the same nail wraps!"
It's true: you both have on the same glittery purple nail wraps, although you've added touches of gold to the tips of yours. He shifts his hand so your fingers intertwine, displaying the match to perfection.
You look at your hands, and then you lift your head up off his shoulder to smile at him, but it's still a little shaky. He's smiling at you, but it falters. The arm around your shoulders draws back and his hand touches your cheek, thumb rubbing away a wayward tear.
"Oh, hon... it's okay, I swear it's okay, you look lovely."
You're just at that point in the day where a compliment is almost as bad as the brush-offs you've been getting or imagining all day, and you can feel another tear forming. His hand is still on your cheek, though, and when his eyes meet yours it slips to the back of your head, where your long black braid is coming loose.
"May I?" Taliesin asks softly, and it takes you a second to realize what he's asking, but when you do you lean in toward him, because there is no way in hell you'd say no to this.
Your lips meet, and any thought of tears or low spoons or any of that garbage is swept away.
At first it's just a comforting sort of kiss, but he moves his fingers in your hair and a soft pleased sound escapes your throat. You feel more than hear him laugh softly and then the kiss deepens, his lips parting against yours and his tongue moving to touch your lower lip. Your tongue meets his and it's so soft and slow and the whole world fades away to just this moment.
Make Them Gold, Taliesin/You, PG for now, 2/?
Date: 2017-07-10 12:12 pm (UTC)He pulls back slowly, nipping your lower lip on the way, and looks into your eyes. His gaze is intense.
"I think maybe you should fix your makeup before the costume parade after dinner," he suggests. "It's not too bad, but if you want me to come with you to check it, I'm more than happy to do so."
Your mouth is still hanging open just a little, the memory of his tongue tingling along yours, so it takes you a second to say, "I didn't really bring much with me from my room. I'd have to go back up."
"I was hoping you'd say that." Damn it, the insinuation in his tone is so powerful that the hot spiral of desire it sends through you leaves you speechless for a second. "If you say no, that's quite all right. I won't be offended."
His hand seems to loosen ever so slightly from your wrist and before you can stop to think about it your hand is covering it and squeezing his fingers back into place.
"I'm not saying no. I am definitely not saying no."
How the two of you get off the convention floor--you in your rich purple robes, Taliesin instantly recognizable or at least very distinctive with his currently lavender hair--without being stopped, you can never quite remember. You have the feeling it involves a behind the scenes exit, because you think Taliesin flashes his guest pass at some point.
All you can focus on is his hand locked around your wrist, leading and guiding you.
"If you're not comfortable with me coming to your room, you can come to mine; I'm sharing with Chris but I can make sure he's not around."
"My room is fine."
You don't even care which Chris it is. If he'd said Matt or Marisha you would have been interested (and probably gone along just to see what you could report back to the anons on the kmeme), but your room is fine. Especially because you're kind of fanatical about keeping it tidy, so you know you won't be walking into a disaster area.
"As long as you're sure."
You lean hard on the elevator button, although you've already pushed it twice, not bothering with words, and Taliesin gives you a slow pleased smile that sets off the spiral of desire again.
You have the elevator to yourselves, which is nice because it means that as soon as the doors close Taliesin's got you up against the wall, pinning both of your wrists to your sides, his body warm against yours, one thigh pressed between yours. Yet for that intensity, when he kisses you again it's feather-light and teasing.
"I think you need me to look after you for a little while," he murmurs between kisses. "Boost your self-esteem back up before you hit the costume parade. Your outfit is too lovely not to enter." Just in case you missed the double entendre, which you didn't, he lets go of your wrist with one hand and runs a fingertip slowly down the front of your robes.
"I would love for you to look after me," you say, and another tear escapes one eye, and Taliesin kisses it away, his lips soft on your cheek.
"That's my good girl," he says. "May I have your room key?"
You hand it over and follow one step behind him as he leaves the elevator. His movements are sure as the two of you follow the corridor around to where your room is, and you wonder if maybe he has the same numbered room on a different floor. You've already had a dorky fangirl moment this weekend just thinking about being under the same roof as so many of your favorite people, but this is next level dorkitude.
Then he lets the two of you into your room, and fuck the fact that you're in the same hotel, you're in the same room, Taliesin's in your damn room, and from the look in his eyes this is most assuredly not going to stop at fixing makeup and maybe having a coffee before going back downstairs.
"My makeup stuff's all in the bathroom." You gesture to the walled-off corner of the room; it's small enough that you practically have to put your feet in the shower while you're on the toilet, but it's got good lighting and the free hair and body products smell so good you've been considering raiding the housekeeping cart.
Taliesin shakes his head slowly, maintaining his grasp on your wrist. "Makeup after. If you fix it now it might only get smudged again."
He pulls you toward him, and you go into his arms.
Make Them Gold, Taliesin/You, PG-13 for now, 3/?
Date: 2017-07-13 09:17 am (UTC)"Oh, god," you say, and then he's kissing you again, not nearly so gently as downstairs, one hand grasping the base of your plait and the other unlacing the front of your robes. They're modestly cut, but in seconds he has the bodice gaping open and his hand is inside, cupping the solid weight of your breast, rolling this thumb over your nipple through the rough lace of your bra.
"I'm impressed that you found a bra to match the robes," he says.
"Dyed it."
One eyebrow lifts sharply. "Matching panties?"
When you just smile at him he takes a deep breath and it's the first time you've seen him look a little stunned. Matching underwear can be all that big of a deal for him, surely?
"If there's one thing I admire, it's cosplay that goes all the way."
"I don't think Percy and Gilmore ever slept together," you say as deadpan as you can manage considering his hand is still on your breast and he's pressed very closely against you.
"We can make it practically canon." He kisses the side of your neck. "Oh, Shaun... aren't you afraid Vax will catch us?"
You try to reply and burst out giggling. "No way. I can't do that."
Taliesin snickers. "Neither can I. But it was funny." He kisses the side of your neck again, pulling at your hair so you tilt your head for better access, not that you need any encouraging. It feels so good to let him direct you, and better still when his kisses move from your neck down to your clavicle. You feel the sharp nip of his teeth and whimper, and he bites a little harder before lifting his head.
"Let's get a better look at you." His hands go to your shoulders, helping you shrug off the upper part of the robes. Since there are so many variations upon wizard robes out there, you've done your best to make yours as comfortable as Matt's described them: the top long, flowing to your knees, over what can only be described as harem pants.
The second you make a move to cross your arms over your chest, Taliesin grabs your wrists, forcing your hands to your sides. "No." He kisses you hard and deep, tongue moving against yours, sending shockwaves through your body. "Don't hide yourself. You're far too lovely for that." He lets go of one wrist long enough to flick the clasp of your bra open and then pulls it out of the way enough to expose your breasts. Then his hand is encircling your wrist again as his mouth descends upon your breast, teasing you with soft kisses. His hair is beginning to fall free of its prison of product, and when it brushes against your skin it's beautifully soft.
You can feel your skin heating up, and hear yourself let out a needy, even disappointed whimper as his tongue comes close to your nipple and then dances away again, lapping over your skin to tease your other breast. This time you outright moan when he licks one light stripe over your nipple and then breathes softly on it, and Taliesin looks up at you for a moment with the most deliciously evil smile you've ever seen.
Then he's sucking that small hard peak into his mouth, working it with his tongue, and your legs just about give way. He backs off long enough to walk you to the bed; as soon as you're sitting on the edge of it he dives right back in, adding a delicate scrape of teeth that makes you cry out, very glad that you're sitting down. He drops to his knees between your thighs, spreading them wider with his hands, and the heat and weight of his body against you has you grabbing at his shoulders.
"Good girl," he purrs against your skin. "I love seeing you enjoying yourself." He licks in between your breasts and you shiver with pleasure, moaning in delight when he sucks harder on the slope of one breast, not only because it feels good but because the idea of walking around after this with a hickey concealed under your robes is surprisingly appealing.
"God, Taliesin..."
"Yes, sweetheart?" You think that's what he says, anyway, because he only barely pauses licking your nipple while he's saying it.
"Don't stop. Don't ever stop." You know how clichéd you sound, but in that moment it's all the words that will come to you.
"I have no intention of stopping until we're both worn out."
And he starts kissing further down your body, slow deliberate presses of lips to skin with the occasional flick of his tongue as a promise, as though it weren't perfectly obvious exactly what he's intent upon doing next.
Re: Make Them Gold, Taliesin/You, PG-13 for now, 3/?
Date: 2017-08-01 09:05 pm (UTC)Make Them Gold, Taliesin/You, NC-17, 4/?
Date: 2017-08-12 05:13 am (UTC)For some reason you're fixated on the fact that you've never seen his hair from this angle before and you start giggling. Though you can feel his breath right there on you, Taliesin lifts his head.
"What?"
"I just usually see your hair front-on," you answer with another giggle.
Taliesin laughs in return, and then takes one of your hands, guiding it to the stiff-soft comb of hair. "Go ahead."
"What?" You know what, but you're surprised.
"Touch. Play." His smile gets wider. "Pull."
And pull you do, as without further delay his mouth descends upon you, tongue lapping over your already very wet smooth skin, delving between your folds and finding your clit. He draws the hard little bud between his lips and sucks, and you scream just at that, ass lifting off the bed.
He's quick to pin you down, hands on your hips gripping hard enough to leave bruises, and you can feel the slight stubble on his chin and upper lip, he's pressed so close against you. But it's a minor sensation compared to the way he's licking and sucking at you as though his life depends upon getting you off.
He is totally going to get to live if that's the case.
It's on you in an instant, going from intense to overwhelming, making you scream again. You only get louder when not only does he keep licking you through it, he takes one hand off your hip and slips two fingers inside you, crooking them back toward himself in a come-hither motion that sees your nails dig into his scalp and your whole body shudder with release.
"Do you need a moment?" Taliesin asks, lifting his head enough so you can hear him. His lips and chin are wet.
You swallow hard, and when you speak your voice comes out raspy. "I think I'll let you decide that."
"Oh, you're fun." And he dives back down, but this time slow and gentle, the fingers inside you just barely moving to play a soft pattern that makes you feel dizzy, while his tongue explores every bit of you that he can reach given your death-grip on his hair.
It's not long before you're making small sounds of wanting, because as amazing as slow and soft and gentle feels, you need more. You feel him laugh against you before he lifts his head again.
"Wanting something?"
"More."
"More what?" His fingers suddenly push deeper inside you, drawing a choked gasp from your throat. "More this?" He ducks his head to lick you swiftly. "More this?"
"Yes. Both. Please."
"Well, sweetheart, since you asked so nicely..."
It's hot and it's rough and it's perfect. You're pretty sure if it weren't for his steadying hand on your hip you'd do some kind of damage to his nose. You're hoping like hell that the rooms either side of yours are currently unoccupied, with what little of your brain allows you to contemplate the social niceties of not making so much noise that someone bangs on the wall.
Then he's got three bunched fingers inside you and you stop thinking altogether.
You only start thinking again when you feel the tap of an open bottle of water against your lips. You scoot up the bed a little and let him give you it sip by sip. His hand on the back of your head is comforting and thrilling at the same time, especially when he tugs lightly on your braid.
"Mmmmh. Don't worry, Percival, this isn't a one-way transaction," you say in your best Gilmore voice, and he laughs and kisses you. You can taste yourself on his lips, then on his tongue as he deepens the kiss. You take the opportunity to slide your hands up under his t-shirt and tug it upward; the two of you separate long enough to get it off and throw it aside and then his bare chest is pressed against yours and you can let your hands roam the smooth skin of his back.
You take the initiative for a moment, rolling the two of you over, and Taliesin makes a surprised noise that's quickly backed up by a pleased moan as you press against him once more. You can feel him hard through his jeans and roll your hips to rub against him, and his eyes close. Your mouth finds his mouth again and then the side of his neck, and his hands grab your ass, pulling you harder against him.
"Good girl... oh, that's lovely."
You back off of him, not wanting to go, but knowing you have to in order to take the next step, which is getting the jeans off him. At some point he must have kicked off his shoes; you efficiently drag his mismatched socks off with his jeans. He's wearing purple satin boxers under them, a dark wet spot on the front, and you put your mouth over that spot, inhaling the smell of him. A little sweaty from a long day, but mostly just the scent of man and desire. He groans when you do it, and again when you tease your tongue through the opening of his boxers and lick over what you can reach of his cock. One hand comes down to grip your braid close to your head and you acknowledge it by obediently pressing further in, able with a little maneuvering to get his cockhead into your mouth.
"Oh, fuck."
You peek up for a second to see him lying back against the pillows, eyes half-lidded, mouth half-open, his free hand on his chest pinching one hard brown nipple as though he doesn't even know he's doing it.
You spread the opening of his boxers wider, flicking open the single button with ease, and take him deeper into your mouth. Whatever bitterness there might have been from a day of running around the con and not exactly having time to take a shower just in case he happened to find someone who took his fancy to seduce is gone in mere seconds as the stronger, salt taste of pre-come floods your tastebuds. You make a general mmmm, yum sound and the hand in your hair tightens further.
One hand closing around his shaft, the other braced on the bed as you crouch over him, you let his cock push in along your tongue, finding out how much you can take without it being uncomfortable. It turns out to be more than you thought, not least because when you do it his body shakes and you can't resist pushing yourself a little further. Your tongue traces the long vein on the underside and you hear him practically purring with pleasure.
"Such a sweet mouth..."
He loses words like sweet when you take him all the way in, swallowing hard when his cockhead pushes at the back of your throat. You feel rather than see his hand leave his chest and fist into the quilt. His other hand, the one in your hair, grips even tighter and you draw a breath through your nose before beginning to suck him in earnest. With his whole cock filling your mouth you can cup his sac, palm rubbing over the coarse curls of hair before squeezing lightly. It's his turn to lift his ass almost right off the bed, nearly gagging you for a second before you adjust, gulping quick and hard, tongue playing along the heavy hot length of him.
"Fuck, darling, you're so good. So dirty."
You give him a low moan that you don't at all have to fake and he loses his words again, gasping and shaking.
As much as he clearly loves what you're doing to him, after no more than a couple of minutes he tugs lightly at your braid, urging you to lift your head. He looks wild-eyed, cheeks and neck and chest flushed red.
"That's not how this ends. Come up here." He's already moving to sit upright against the pillows and it takes you a second to catch up. "Come sit on my lap, sweetheart."
Neither of you are so far gone that you neglect safety at this point; he has a condom in his wallet, retrieving it from the nightstand. Watching him pause to put it on, biting his lip a little in concentration as he rolls and strokes the glossy latex down over his cock, is oddly arousing.
When he's ready you move to straddle him face to face, but he stops you with a hand on your thigh. "No, darling. You face the foot of the bed."
"But I want to see you."
Taliesin touches your cheek very lightly. "You will see me. This is only the beginning." His voice hardens. "Now turn around."
You turn, settle yourself astride his lap, and when you feel the tip of him teasing at your entrance you know why it's best to obey. He has one hand on your belly, steadying you; the other between your legs, sliding his cockhead back and forth along your slick heat. To have him so close is frustrating, and you whimper, trying to take him into you.
"Ah, ah. Ask me for it. Say, 'Please, Taliesin'."
"Please, Taliesin."
"Good girl. Now say, 'Please, Percival Fredrickstein Von Musel Klossowski de Rolo the Third'."
"That--I--"
He presses his cockhead firmly against your clit. "Go on." You can hear the amusement in his voice. "You can do it."
"Tal--Taliesin, I can't." Your legs are shaking and you squirm in vain to get him inside you.
"Sure you can." He lightly bites the back of your shoulder. "It's okay to have a little fun with fucking."
Fun is questionable at this particular moment in time, but fucking resonates with you, and you know he's serious, that if you reel off his character's name, then he'll give you what you're by now desperately craving.
"Please, Percival Fredrickstein--"
He lifts his hips just a touch, nudging against your entrance.
"--shit--Von Musel--oh god--"
You mangle pronouncing Klossowski but that's okay because you can feel him poised and ready, even as he's laughing at this bit of silliness. Your own laughter joins his as you realize yeah, okay, this is kinda fun.
You finish, "--de Rolo the Th--god, fuck!" as he finally, finally pushes up into you, thick and solid, filling you up. The hand that was guiding his cock against you finds your clit and oh yeah you definitely get the appeal of this position now. His other hand moves up from your belly to cover one of your breasts, rolling the nipple between his thumb and forefinger, and all you can do is lean your back against his chest and let yourself be taken on the ride.
Re: Make Them Gold, Taliesin/You, NC-17, 4/?
Date: 2017-08-22 04:07 am (UTC)Re: Make Them Gold, Taliesin/You, NC-17, 4/?
Date: 2017-08-24 01:57 am (UTC)Re: Make Them Gold, Taliesin/You, NC-17, 4/?
Date: 2018-06-23 05:37 am (UTC)Make Them Gold, Taliesin/You, NC-17, 5/?
Date: 2018-08-23 09:49 am (UTC)And it is delightful. Oh, it's not like you don't have to move at all, but rocking down as he rises to meet you, feeling the languid slides of his cock inside you, seems to be effortless. At the same time you're aware of the sweat beginning to bead on your forehead and across your breasts, just little dots testifying to the very real workout you're going through.
"It's 'the third', not 'god, fuck', but I'll accept it," Taliesin says with a laugh, and you feel yourself blush. You get one hand down between your legs and under his cock to tickle lightly at his balls by way of revenge, since you can't do much else, and he squirms under you, the laugh turning to a surprised giggle that's absurdly cute.
It doesn't take long for him to switch back from cute to sensual though, as his mouth comes down on your shoulder, kissing and nibbling softly, his hands still on your breasts and clit respectively continuing to work their magic. It's almost like having two people touching you, his hands and mouth seemingly everywhere, and you feel yourself ramping up toward coming remarkably quickly.
"Tal--"
The fingers on your clit stop circling, pulling back to rest damp on your thigh, and his other hand stops pressed against your sternum. "Can you wait for me, darling?" he murmurs. "I'm getting there too."
You manage a breathless "uh-huh" and expect him to pick up the pace, but he sticks with the same established rhythm. That alone is driving you wild even without the added fun of what his hands were doing to you, and you made a discontent noise. You feel him grin against the back of your shoulder.
"I didn't say I was going to make it easy for you, now did I?"
"You're terrible."
"I imagine you already knew that when we first met." He rubs just one fingertip in very tiny circles over your clit and for a second you think it's going to be too much in the oversensitive, unpleasant sort of way, but as soon as you muster up a squeak of indignation he pulls his hand back again. "For that matter, I imagine you've been well aware of it for a good while, depending on how long you've been watching the show."
You don't say anything to this because you don't need to.
He's still only moving with you at a steady but gentle pace, and while you're happy to at least try to hold out until he's close, the fact is that after the way he plundered you with his mouth and fingers, slow and soft isn't going to cut it for much longer.
Some of this must get expressed in the tension of your body or the noises you're making, because Taliesin slows down until you're just barely rocking atop him.
"Still having fun, sweetheart?"
"Yes..."
"I sense a 'but'."
"That's because I'm sitting on you." You wiggle your ass a little and get the satisfaction of feeling him jerk under you, trying to push back into your heat.
"I did say you'd get to see me." He kisses the side of your neck as softly as a snowflake landing on a leaf. "The only question is whether you want to be on your back, or just turn around and keep riding."
Make Them Gold, Taliesin/You, NC-17, 6/6
Date: 2019-10-10 08:23 am (UTC)Then he slides back into you and you realize that no, this is everything.
His mouth descends upon yours as he begins to move in you once more and you return the kiss, eyelashes fluttering half closed and then opening again to meet his gaze. You're used to closing your eyes when you kiss but there's something too ethereal and compelling about the look in his eyes that means you can't look away.
Both of you are very much done with slow and soft. Taliesin's hands pin your wrists to the bed, squeezing just beyond the point of playfulness, and he grins when that makes you buck up under him.
"That's it, darling," he murmurs, mouth moving to the side of your neck and leaving a mark where neither your cosplay nor your skin tone is entirely going to conceal it. "Are you afraid of the big bad fey lord?"
"No." You want to bite him in return, settle for wrapping your arms and legs around him. "I knew what you were when I picked you up."
"Good girl."
Neither of you make much more in the way of coherent words after that, because the talking is fun but it's also distracting you both from what your most basic of instincts is right now telling you is the more important activity. He does gasp out a few more endearments but it's delightful to know that you're having as big an effect on him as he is on you.
Your name on his lips when he at last comes really does sound as though it's in some wild magical language. You don't know how your answering cry sounds to him, but it doesn't matter, it's all lost in sensation. Your whole body trembles with the strength of your orgasm and you cling tight to him because, as unreal as this all seems, he's the only thing keeping you grounded.
He's sweetly solicitous afterward, washing your back in the shower (it is crowded; neither of you care), kissing you over and over as he dries you off and helps you reassemble your costume.
You're just adjusting your array of necklaces, only half-heartedly attempting to hide the hickey on your neck, when Taliesin nudges the back of your hand with a little bottle.
"Here's a mark you can leave on me, if you like."
~~~
Later, you're in a room packed with Critters, sure you can still smell him on you despite the shower. The room is full, you're not that close to the front, but you still see it when he walks out and waves to the audience: the light glinting off the gold tips of his purple-painted nails, matching your own fingernails where they're clasped in your lap.
The hickey will fade and the polish will chip, but the memory will stay.